Postcard From Italy Poem by Michael Cochrane
Postcard From Italy
Sitting in a small cafe in Venice, listening to the mandolin play I look across St Mark's square thinking of you. I didn't see the time go by my youth is gone, the bells are ringing now at sunset memories come to mind I don't remember getting older swiftly flow the years.
Michael Cochrane ©
Thursday, June 3, 2021
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